Death winds' breath blisters septic hide
Chaos reigns in shadows shifting with the tides
Between the suck and surge, jagged rocks are beckoning
On crest of dive of breakers, waves will force a reckoning
With amnion of human kind's mucoid call
Utopia lies beyond the cave wall
Bound with entrails, seamen drowned, bind the draft we ride
So precarious against the shore
We lash a craft of sailors drowned
Brave the pitch and churn of errant currents
Seeking that which must be found
Onwards towards the shore
Seeking that which must be found
Onwards to the shore
The Corpse Barque carries our Deep Unbound
Encased in scales on Bight of sound
The skins of corsairs serve as sails
And from our prow a stricken siren wails
Where Bastards wrecked were run aground
But we, once lost, are now profound
A kraken's limbs will carry us
Across the vast hunting range of ancient mariners
We lash a craft of sailors drowned
Brave the pitch and churn of errant currents
Seeking that which must be found
Towards the shore with scurvy crew
Seeking that which must be found
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